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FROM  THE  LIBRARY  OF 
REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,  D.  D. 

BEQUEATHED    BY  HIM  TO 

THE  LIBRARY  OF 

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CHRISTMAS   CAROLS 


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OTHER  VERSES. 


BY   THE 


REV.    H.    G.   BATTERSON,   D.D. 


PHILADELPHIA: 

J.    B.    LIPPINCOTT    &    CO. 

1877- 


-    TO 

MY    MOTHER. 


If  words  of  mine  one  soul  may  lead 

From  ways  of  sin  and  death,  to  find 
The  place  where  God  that  soul  shall  feed, 

And  to  His  Throne  with  love  shall  bind 
The  weary  heart,  I  ask  no  more. 

What  better  can  I  leave  behind, 
Than  record  of  that  blessed  store 

Of  God's  great  love  for  human-kind  ? 


CONTENTS. 


PAGE 

Christmas  Carols  : 

The  Christmas-Bells n 

On  the  First  Bright  Christmas-Day        .        .        .         .        .13 
Joyfully,  Joyfully,  Angels  are  Singing 15 

Hymns  : 

Hymn  for  Advent 19 

Epiphany 21 

Lent 22 

Hymn  for  Good-Friday 24 

Easter    ...........     26 

Ascension       . 28 

Whitsun-tide 29 

Hymn  to  the  Trinity 31 

Adoration       ..........     33 

Saint  John  Baptist  .        ...        .        .        .     "   .         .35 

"Theotokos" 37 

Saint  Augustine     .        .        .         .1 39 

Penitence       .        .        .        .        ...         .         .        .41 

The  Name  of  Jesus 43 

Light  of  the  World 45 

Hymn  for  a  Mission .         .47 

Forgiveness .49 

Hymn  of  the  Holy  Child      .        .        .        .        .        .        .51 

Hymn  for  Children        , 54 

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CONTENTS. 


Fugitives  : 

To  my  Mother,  on  her  Seventy-Sixth  Birthday 
St.  Luke's  Church,  Germantown,  Pennsylvania 
A  Paraphrase  :  The  Forget-me-not 
Pennsylvania  :  The  Prayer  of  her  Loyal  Sons 

Pleasant  Words 

The  Vesper-Bells 

To  E.  P.  W.,  on  her  Sixty-Seventh  Birthday 


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CHRISTMAS  CAROLS. 


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Stye  €l)rt0tmas-JSeU0. 


Ring  on,  ye  joyous  Christmas-Bells ! 

Ring  on  !  Ring  on  ! 
What  tale  of  love  your  music  tells  ! 

Ring  on  !     Ring  on  ! 

"The  Christ"  is  born 

For  sinful  men  ; 

'Tis  Christmas  morn, 

Ring  out  again  ! 

Ring  on,  ye  merry  Christmas-Bells  ! 

Ring  on  !  Ring  on  ! 
What  peace  from  out  your  clangor  wells  ! 

Ring  on  !     Ring  on  ! 

Peace  comes  to  earth, 

"  Good-will  to  men  ;" 

A  priceless  birth, 

Ring  out  again  ! 

Ring  on,  ye  happy  Christmas-Bells  ! 

Ring  on  !  Ring  on  ! 
With  holy  joy  the  clamour  swells  ! 

Ring  on  !     Ring  on  ! 

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12  THE   CHRISTMAS-BELLS. 

Oh,  happy  day 
For  weary  men ; 
Oh,  royal  day, 
Ring  out  again  ! 

Ring  on,  ye  holy  Christmas-Bells  ! 

Ring  on  !     Ring  on  ! 
O'er  hill  and  dale,  through  wildest  dells, 

Ring  on  !     Ring  on  ! 

In  triumph  ring, 

For  holy  men 

All  gladness  bring, 

Ring  out  again  ! 

Ring  on,  ye  gladsome  Christmas-Bells  ! 

Ring  on  !     Ring  on  ! 
'Tis  "mercy  mild"  the  sound  foretells, 

Ring  on  !     Ring  on  ! 

The  "Prince  of  Peace" 

Now  pleads  for  men, 

Nor  will  he  cease, 

Ring  out  again  ! 

Ring  on,  ye  peaceful  Christmas-Bells  ! 

Ring  on  !     Ring  on  ! 
Tell  of  the  hope  that  in  us  dwells, 

Ring  on  !     Ring  on  ! 

To  Jesus  now 

All  ranks  of  men 

In  worship  bow, 

Ring  out  again  ! 


©n  tljc  Jfirst  Bright  €l)rt5tmas 


On  the  first  bright  Christmas-Day, 

In  a  stable,  Jesus  lay, 

While  the  angels  o'er  the  plain 

Sang  the  glad  and  sweet  refrain, — 

"  To  GOD  in  the  highest,  all  glory  ! 
Peace  to  men  of  good-will  upon  earth  /' ' 
Hark  I  hark  to  the  wonderful  story, 
Heard  by  shepherds  the  night  of  His  birth  ! 

Sweetly  sang  the  angels  bright 
On  the  world's  first  Christmas-night; 
Brightly  shone  the  beauteous  star, 
Leading  sages  from  afar. 

"  To  GOD  in  the  highest"  etc. 

Wise  men,  kings,  in  wonder  led, 
To  the  lowly  manger-bed, 
Bowed  in  adoration  there, 
Bringing  gifts,  both  rich  and  rare. 
"  To  G  OD  in  the  highest, ' '  etc. 

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I4        ON  THE  FIRST  BRIGHT  CHRISTMAS-DA  Y. 

Lo  !  their  treasures  they  unfold  ! 
Myrrh,  frankincense,  shining  gold  ! 
Lay  them  down  before  His  Face, 
By  whom  cometh  truth  and  grace. 
"  To  GOD  in  the  highest,"  etc. 

Virgin-born  !     We  worship  Thee  ! 

Low  before  Thee  bend  the  knee. 

Raise  our  thoughts  and  hopes  above 

With  our  Christmas  songs  of  love ! 

"To  GOD  in  the  highest,  all  glory  ! 
Peace  to  men  of  good-will  upon  earth  /' ' 
Hark  !  hark  to  the  wondaful  story, 
Heard  by  shepherds  the  night  of  His  birth  / 


logfttllg,  fopfullg,  Angels  arc 
Singing. 


Joyfully,  joyfully,  angels  are  singing, 

O'er  Bethlehem's  plains  of  light ! 
Wonderful,  wonderful  message  now  bringing, 
To  welcome  the  Christmas  night  ! 

"  Glory  to  GOD  in  the  highest,  all  glory  ! 

Peace  on  the  earth,  and  good-will '.•" 
Angels  are  telling  the  ?narvellous  story, 
Shepherds  are  listening  still. 

Peacefully,  peacefully,  light  is  now  beaming, 

Sages  have  come  from  afar; 
Beautiful,  beautiful,  brightly  now  gleaming, 

Bethlehem's  wonderful  star ! 
"  Glory  to  GOD,"  etc. 

Wistfully,  wistfully,  wise  men  are  seeking 

"  The  Christ"  in  the  " House  of  Bread;" 
Tenderly,  tenderly,  Mary  is  keeping 
Her  watch  o'er  that  lowly  bed. 
"  Glory  to  GOD,"  etc. 

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1 6  JOYFULLY  ANGELS  ARE   SLNGLNG. 

Lovingly,  lovingly,  kings  now  adore  Him, 

And  offer  their  humble  prayer ; 
Faithfully,  faithfully  worship  before  Him, 

While  bringing  their  gifts  so  rare  ! 
"  Glory  to  GOD"  etc. 

Merrily,  merrily,  Church-Bells  are  ringing 
O'er  all  the  wide  world  so  bright ; 

Thankfully,  thankfully,  gifts  we  are  bringing, 
For  this  is  our  Christmas  night ! 
"  Glory  to  GOD,"  etc. 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  o'er  every  nation 

The  "banner  of  love"  display; 
Wonderful,  wonderful  news  of  salvation, 
Our  Saviour  is  born  to-day  ! 

' l  Glory  to  GOD  in  the  highest,  all  glory  ! 

Peace  on  the  earth,  and good-will  .•" 
Angels  are  telling  the  marvellous  story, 
Shepherds  are  lis  f  'ning  still. 


HYMNS. 


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fjgmn  for  ^tfromt 


"  He  cometh  to  judge  the  earth." 


The  last  dread  trump  is  sounding  ! 

Heaven's  pearly  gates  unfold  : 
The  Judge,  with  might  abounding, 
Ye  nations,  now  behold  ! 
Heaven  is  shaking, 
Earth  is  quaking, 
Death's  grim  record  see  unrolled. 

With  angel-hosts  surrounded ; 

On  glory-clouds  His  Throne  ! 
Hell's  legions  now  confounded, 
Must  yield  the  King  His  own. 
Sinners  moaning, 
Crimes  now  owning, 
Which  before  were  all  unknown  ! 

In  piteous  tones  now  pleading, 

In  terror  and  in  fear ; 
All  other  cries  unheeding 

Save  this  one,  "Saviour,  hear  !" 

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20  HYMN  FOR  ADVENT. 

Man  is  sighing, 
Bitter  crying ! — 
See  at  last  the  Judge  appear. 

Let  faithful  souls,  victorious, 

With  joy  and  gladness  sing ; 

While  heavenly  hosts  all  glorious, 

On  light  and  joyous  wing, 

With  the  story 

Of  His  glory 

Make  the  starry  arches  ring  ! 

With  shouts  of  rapt  devotion 

And  songs  of  holy  joy, 
From  ocean  back  to  ocean, 

Ye  saints,  your  tongues  employ ; 
Filled  with  gladness, 
Past  all  sadness, 
Peace  He  brings  without  alloy  ! 


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"  We  have  seen  His  star  in  the  east." 


THE   STAR   OF   BETHLEHEM 

Star  of  morning  !  Star  of  evening  ! 

Star  of  life's  most  dismal  day : 
Star  of  all  the  stars  the  brightest, 

Star  that  guides  our  devious  way. 

Heavenly  star  !  with  joyous  wonder 
Sages  watched  thy  path  of  light ; 

And  the  shepherds  with  the  angels, 
Saw  the  heavens  with  thee  bedight. 

Star  of  Bethl'em,  star  of  wonder  ! 

Star  of  Jacob,  leading  now ; 
Touch  our  souls  with  adoration 

As  before  "The  Christ"  we  bow. 

Oh,  how  bright  thy  glorious  shining  ! 

Oh,  how  full  of  peace  thy  light ! 
Guide  us  through  life's  darkest  danger 

With  thy  rays  of  hope  so  bright. 

Star  of  morning  !  star  of  evening  ! 

Star  of  love,  now  lead  us  on, 
With  the  shepherds  and  the  Wise  men 

Jesu's  Face  to  gaze  upon. 

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Cent. 


"  If  we  confess  our  sins,  He  is  faithful  and  just  to  forgive  us  our 

sins." 


Saviour,  now  before  Thee  bending, 
While  our  prayers  and  tears  are  blending, 
Hear  our  cries  to  heaven  ascending  : 

Now  adoring, 

Now  imploring, 

O  deliver  us,  Good  Lord  ! 

By  Thy  Cross  we  kneel,  bemoaning, 
All  our  sins  before  Thee  owning, 
And  we  plead  Thy  Blood  atoning, 
In  confession 
For  transgression : 
O  deliver  us,  Good  Lord  ! 

See  us  in  our  sad  condition, 
Bowed  in  deep  and  true  contrition  ; 
Hear  our  pleading,  strong  petition, 

One  Foundation, 

One  Salvation, 

O  deliver  us,  Good  Lord  ! 

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LENT.  23 

Satan's  toils  long  years  have  bound  us; 
But  Thy  Mercy  now  has  found  us, 
Let  Thy  Grace,  O  Lord,  surround  us, 

Sin  confounding, 

Love  abounding, 

O  deliver  us,  Good  Lord  ! 

Lord,  we  plead  "Thy  Cross  and  Passion," 
Boundless  love,  and  deep  compassion, 
Godhead,  clothed  in  human  fashion, 

On  high  reigning, 

All  sustaining, 

O  deliver  us,  Good  Lord  ! 

"  Thine  the  Name  that  brings  salvation  ;" 
Come  and  rule  o'er  every  nation, 
Claim  by  right  all  adoration  ; 

For  our  yearning, 

Love  returning, 

O  deliver  us,  Good  Lord  ! 


Ijumn  far  (Sooft-iTriiiaij- 


Lord,  remember  me  when  Thou  comest  into  Thy  Kingdom. 


0  Jesu  Lord  !  now  crucified, 
With  arms  of  love  extended  wide, 

1  pray  Thee,  by  Thy  wounded  side,- 

O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

O  Jesu  Lord  !  in  hope  and  fear, 
To  Thy  dread  cross  I  now  draw  near, 
And  plead  Thy  love  to  man  so  dear;— 
O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

O  Jesu  Lord  !  with  deep  amaze 
As  on  Thy  woeful  grief  I  gaze, 
My  earnest  cry  to  Thee  I  raise ; — 
O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

0  Jesu  Lord  !  Thy  bitter  woe 

1  ne'er  can  feel,  nor  ever  know; 

Yet  from  Thy  cross  one  word  bestow  ;- 
O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 
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H  YMN  FOR    G  O  OD-FRIDA  Y. 

O  Jesu  Lord  !  to  Thee  I  call, 
And  weeping,  at  Thy  feet  I  fall : 
My  God,  my  hope,  my  all  in  all; — 
O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

O  Jesu  Lord  !  so  full  of  grace, 
Look  on  me  with  Thy  loving  Face; 
Me, — in  Thy  kingdom  grant  a  place  ;  — 
O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

O  Jesu  Lord  !   teach  me  Thy  will, 
Help  me  all  duty  to  fulfil ; 
Teach  me  to  know  Thee,  and  be  still :  — 
O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

O  Jesu  Lord  !  be  Thou  my  peace ; 
Give  of  Thy  love  the  full  increase, 
And  from  my  sins  grant  Thou  release ; — 
O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

O  Jesu  Lord  !  in  my  last  hour, 
When  clouds  and  darkness  round  me  lour, 
Come  with  Thy  mercy,  love,  and  power  !  — 
O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

O  Jesu  Lord  !  great  King  of  kings  ! 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  Thy  wings 
My  weary  heart  its  burden  brings  ; — - 
O  Lord,  remember  me ! 


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<Hct0tct\ 

"  All  her  streets  shall  say,  Alleluia." 


Alleluia  !  Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 
Alleluia!  Risen  Lord! 
To  Thee,  O  Christ,  victorious  King  of  kings, 
Our  Easter  songs  of  gladness  now  we  raise  ; 
O'er  all  the  earth  the  joyous  strain  upsprings 
To  hail  Thee  Victor  on  this  "  Queen  of  Days  !" 

Alleluia  !  Lord  of  Life  ! 
Death's  brazen  gates,  unbarred  for  evermore, 

Are  radiant  now  with  light  that  comes  from  Thee  ; 
The  darkness  passed — we  see  the  open  door 

Through  which  comes  Life  and  Immortality  ! 

Alleluia  !   Victor  King  ! 
Hail !  hail !  Thou  Victor  over  death  and  hell  ! 

All  earthly  triumphs  sink  before  Thine  Own  ; 
All  nations  now  with  joy  and  rapture  tell 

Of  sealed  tomb,  changed  to  a  glorious  Throne  ! 

Alleluia  !  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Oh,  happy  day  !  thrice  welcome  to  our  hearts, 

Long  bound  with  sin  and  shame  before  Thy  cross  : 
Oh,  glorious  day  !   which  to  the  world  imparts 
That  gift,  before  which  all  our  wealth  is  dross  ! 
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EASTER. 


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Alleluia  !  Evermore  ! 
Hail !   "  Lion  of  the  tribe  of  Judah  !"  hail  ! 

What  gift  is  this  Thy  nail-pierced  hands  do  bring  ? 
Eternal  Life  !  a  life  that  cannot  fail : 

All  glory  to  Thy  Name,  O  mighty  King  ! 


Recension. 


"  God  is  gone  up,  with  a  merry  noise." 


Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  pearly  gates, 
Throw  open  wide  heaven's  guarded  doors ; 
For  He  who  triumphed  over  hell 
His  glory  and  His  grace  outpours. 

Give  way  !  give  way  !   the  Conqueror  comes  ! 
With  palm  of  vict'ry  in  His  hands  : 
Greet  Him  with  shouts  of  holy  joy, 
Ye  heavenly  choirs  and  angel  bands. 

The  King  of  Peace  with  glory  comes, 
Triumphant  o'er  the  powers  of  hell; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  glist'ning  gates, 
Ye  hosts  of  heaven,  His  wonders  tell ! 

Bright  Cherubim  in  glad  array, 

And  Seraphim,  a  countless  band, 

Lead  to  the  Throne  our  risen  King, 

The  eternal  Throne  at  God's  Right  Hand. 

To  Thee,  in  gladsome  songs  of  love, 
We  lift  our  hymns  of  thankful  praise, 
O  Christ,  Redeemer,  Saviour,  God, 
In  endless  strains,  to  endless  days  ! 
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tDI)itsim-tftc. 


"  Now  there  are  diversities  of  gifts,  but  the  same  Spirit." 


Come,  Holy  Spirit !  with  Thy  wondrous  treasures  ! 

Come,  fill  our  souls  with  holy  light ; 
Thy  gifts  outpour,  with  love  that  never  measures 

Aught  but  our  needs,  in  earth's  dark  night. 

Wisdom  i  we  seek  Thee  now,  with  ardent  longing; 

As  pilgrims  in  their  journey  crave 
The  springs  of  water,  in  the  desert  flowing, 

In  which  their  weary  limbs  to  lave. 

That  we  may  have  the  power  of  Understanding 

The  love  of  God  for  sinful  men  : 
This  grace,  O  give  us,  and  without  demanding 

More  than  our  love  to  Thee  again. 

The  gift  of  Counsel,  now  on  us  bestowing 

In  mercy  to  our  darkened  souls ; 
To  guide  us  when  the  billows  are  o'erflowing, 

And  Jordan's  stormy  water  rolls. 

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3° 


WHITS  UN-  TIDE. 

Thy  Ghostly  Strength  be  with  us  now,  abiding 

To  aid  in  warfare  with  the  foe 
That  lurks  about  our  pathway,  hiding ; 

Yet  luring  on  to  endless  woe. 

The  gift  of  Knowledge  be  Thou  ever  giving, 
To  lift  our  hearts  from  earth  to  Thee  ; 

That  we,  while  here,  by  godly  living, 
From  godless  joys  may  learn  to  flee. 

True  Godliness,  with  life  to  us  eternal, 
Protecting  here,  from  pit  and  snare, 

So  surely  set  by  demon  hosts  infernal, 
As  we  to  heaven  our  way  would  fare. 

Give  Holy  Fear  !  Thy  last,  best  gift  outpouring, 

O  Spirit  of  the  God  of  Might ! 
While  we  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  love  adoring, 

Will  worship  Thee,  O  God  of  Light ! 


fynmn  to  tl)e  Srinitu. 


There  are  three  that  bear  record  in  heaven." 


Alleluia  to  the  Father, 
Lord  of  all  the  worlds  above ; 
God,  our  Guide  in  every  danger, 
God  of  Gods  and  God  of  Love. 

Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 

Alleluia  to  our  God  ! 

Alleluia  !  sing  to  Jesus, 
Praises  sing  to  God  the  Son  : 
Jesus,  King,  Redeemer,  Saviour, 
Sing  the  triumph  He  has  won  ! 

Alleluia  !  Alleluia ! 

Alleluia  to  our  King  ! 

Alleluia  to  the  Spirit, 

Sent  of  God,  through  Christ  the  Son  ; 

Alleluia  sing  we  ever, 

For  the  Comforter  is  come  ! 

Alleluia  !  Alleluia ! 

Alleluia  to  our  Lord  ! 

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HYMN  TO    THE    TRINITY. 

Alleluia  !   praise  and  glory 

Sing  we  to  the  Triune  God  : 

Praise  the  Lord,  ye  earth-born  children, 

Sing  ye  to  our  fathers'  God  ! 

Alleluia !  Alleluia ! 

All  ye  nations  praise  the  Lord  ! 


^tborcttion. 


"  Blessed  is  He  that  cometh  in  the  Name  of  the  Lord." 


Jesu  !  our  Lord  and  God  ! 

We  bend  the  knee  to  Thee : 
Adoring,  low  we  bow, 

In  faith,  Thy  Presence  see. 

Jesu  !  our  Lord  and  God  ! 

As  suppliants,  here  we  plead 
For  pardon,  grace,  and  strength ; 

Oh,  hear  us  in  our  need  ! 

Jesu  !  our  Lord  and  God  ! 

Hear  now  our  earnest  prayer  ; 
Oh,  take  our  sins  away  ! 

Give  us  Thy  love  and  care. 

Jesu  !  our  Lord  and  God  ! 

Help  Thou  our  fight  with  sin, 
Keep  Thou  our  footsteps  here, 
Wash  Thou  our  souls  within. 
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34  ADORATION. 

Jesu  !  our  Lord  and  God  ! 

Adoring,  low  we  fall ; 
All  hail !     Thou  "  Wonderful  !" 

Our  God,  our  all  in  all ! 

Jesu  !  our  Lord  and  God  ! 

Our  star  in  earth's  dark  night, 
Guide  Thou  our  journey  through, 

And  then — Oh,  give  us  light  ! 

Jesu  !  our  Lord  and  God  ! 

Accept  our  humble  prayer; 
Watch  o'er  our  wanderings  here, 

That  we  may  know  Thee  there  ! 


0aint  3oI)ix  Baptist. 


"  The  voice  of  one  crying  in  the  wilderness. 


Hark  !  a  voice  from  out  the  desert 

Crying  to  the  sons  of  men ; 
"  Lo,  He  cometh  !     Lo,  He  cometh  !" 

Now  it  cries,  with  Prophet's  ken. 

''This  is  He  for  whom  the  nations 

Waited  long  in  hope  to  see  ; 
Now  He  cometh,  clothed  with  meekness, 

To  His  standard,  sinners,  flee  !" 

By  fair  Jordan's  holy  waters 
Lo,  the  Baptist  sternly  stands ; 

Now  the  kingdom  quickly  cometh, 
Will  ye  meet  its  loud  demands  ? 

Cast  aside  your  vain  oblation, 

Works  bring  forth  for  penance  meet ; 

Bow  before  Him,  weary-hearted, 
Cast  your  idols  at  His  feet. 


36  SAINT  JOHN  BAPTIST. 

This  is  He,  Who  cometh  after, 
Yet  preferred  before  shall  be ; 

He,  the  latchet  of  Whose  sandals 
None  are  worthy  to  set  free. 

He  in  Whom  both  truth  and  mercy 
Linked  together  now  for  aye ; 

Come  with  blessings  for  the  weary, 
Countless  blessings  day  by  day. 

Sent  from  God,  this  blessed  message 
Beareth  he  of  Mary's  Son  ; 

Crying  in  Judea's  wildness, 
As  before  Him  he  doth  run  : 

"  Lo,  He  cometh  !     Lo,  He  cometh  ! 

He  of  Whom  the  Prophets  told  ; 
He  to  Whom  the  waiting  nations 

Turned  their  hopes  in  days  of  old  ! 


"  STl)COt0k00. 


11 


"  Mother  of  God  !"   Oh,  blessed  name  ! 
Through  all  the  ages  still  the  same ; 
Let  men  on  earth,  with  holy  love, 
Join  in  the  strain,  now  sung  above. 

'.'  Blessed  art  thou  !"   yea,  blessed  still, 
Obedient  to  God's  holy  will ; 
Though  Queen  of  all  the  saints  in  light, 
And  Virgin  pure,  with  grace  bedight. 

Hail,  Mary  !   Mother  of  our  God  ! 
Still  "  handmaid"  in  the  blest  abode 
Of  perfect  spirits,  men  made  just, 
Prophets  and  Martyrs,  men  who  trust 

For  final  bliss  to  thy  dear  Son, 
Who  by  His  Blood  for  them  has  won 
Eternal  rest — perpetual  light — 
And  triumphed  over  sin's  dark  night. 

4  37 


38  "THEOTOKOS." 

Mother  of  God  !  we  yield  to  thee 
As  to  the  Cross  we  fain  would  flee  ; 
''All  but  adoring  love,"  and  own 
As  our  Redeemer — Mary's  Son. 

Ora  pro  nobis,  Mother  dear, 
As  o'er  the  earth  we  walk  in  fear, 
Pray  sin  may  in  us  conquered  be, 
That  we  at  last  may  rest  with  thee ! 


Saint  Augustine. 


"  Such  honor  have  all  His  saints." 


Saint  Augustine  !  marching  onward, 
With  the  Cross  uplifted  high; 

See  !  the  heathen  King  to  greet  thee 
Waits  with  Queen  and  nobles  nigh  : 

March  then  forward,  nothing  fearing, 
Lift  thy  banner  to  the  sky  ! 

Saint  Augustine  !   Christ's  Evangel ! 

Great  the  trust  God  gives  to  thee  ; 
Wondrous  message  thou  art  bringing 

To  the  "Islands  of  the  Sea;" 
Message  fraught  with  greatest  blessings 

Now,  and  for  eternity  ! 

Saint  Augustine  !  lift  the  Standard  ! 

Wave  thy  banner  !  know  no  fear  ! 
Christ's  Commission  now  thou  bearest, 

Whether  men  forbear  or  hear ; 
And  the  word  thou  this  day  speakest 

Must  be  bold,  and  strong  and  clear. 

39 


4o 


SAINT  AUGUSTINE. 

Saint  Augustine  !  England's  Angel  ! 

Speak  for  Christ  thy  Master  now  ! 
Tell  the  story  of  Redemption 

Wrought  for  men  on  Calvary's  brow  ; 
Speak  the  word  with  gentle  boldness, 

And  the  King  to  Christ  shall  bow. 


Saint  Augustine  !   Holy  Warrior  ! 

Thou  hast  fought  thy  battle  well  ! 
Lo  !  the  King  as  "  nursing  Father  !" 

Let  the  Church  the  story  tell ! 
And  the  Queen  a  "nursing  Mother," 

As  the  Prophet  did  foretell ! 

Saint  Augustine  !  Blessed  Bishop  ! 

Fold  thine  arms  and  lay  thee  down  ; 
Rest — eternal  rest — thy  portion, 

Thy  reward — the  Victor's  Crown  ! 
Light — perpetual  light — thy  glory, 

Crown  uplifted — Cross  laid  down  ! 


England  !   England  !   now  and  ever 
Cherish  God's  great  gift  to  thee: 

Tell  thy  children  of  Augustine; 
And  their  children,  yet  to  be, 

Shall  the  great  Confessor  honor 
In  these  "  Islands  of  the  Sea  !" 


Penitence. 


O  Jesu  !  at  Thy  blessed  Feet 

I  lay  my  sinful,  weary  heart ; 
This  holy  refuge,  my  retreat, 

From  which  I  fain  would  ne'er  depart. 

With  throbbing  heart  and  trembling  frame 
I  bow  before  Thee,  Saviour — God  :  — 

Touched  with  a  sense  of  guilt  and  shame, 
I  bow  me  down  to  kiss  Thy  rod  ! 

O  Jesu  !  Brother,  Friend,  and  Guide  ! 

Plead  for  me  at  the  Father's  Throne  ; 
Hide  Thou  within  Thy  Wounded  Side 

The  sins  for  which  Thou  didst  atone. 

The  mem'ry  of  Thy  dripping  Cross, 

With  outstretched  arms  Thy  love  to  give, 

Comes  to  my  soul  in  its  dread  loss 
And  bids  me  look  to  Thee  and  live  ! 

4*  4i 


42 


PENITENCE. 

Ah  me  !  and  must  I  bear  this  load, 
This  burden  great  of  countless  sins : 

And  must  I  tread  the  weary  road, 
Where  guilt  mine  ear  forever  dins? 

I  think  of  my  rebellious  will, 

A  grievous,  weary,  woeful  thought ; 

My  heart  is  faint; — mine  eyes  now  fill 
With  tears,  for  life  has  been  for  naught. 

Oh,  hide  me  with  Thy  Cross  of  love, 
Pardon  and  cleanse  my  sinful  soul ; 

Give  me  at  last  a  place  above, 

Where  songs  of  praise  forever  roll ! 


®l)e  Name  of  Htmz. 


At  the  Name  of  Jesus  every  knee  shall  bow. 


We  kneel  to  Thee,  our  dearest  Saviour  ! 

For  we  need  Thy  watchful  care  ; 
We  need  Thy  love  and  Thy  protection, 

To  help  us  here  our  cross  to  bear. 

We  kneel  to  Thee,  our  dearest  Saviour  ! 

None  else  can  save  us,  Lord,  but  Thee  ; 
Thine  earthly  mission  was  to  sinners, 

And  such  we  own  ourselves  to  be. 

We  kneel  to  Thee,  our  dearest  Saviour  ! 

'Tis  Thy  great  love  that  bids  us  come ; 
Oh,  speak  to  us  the  words  of  comfort 

That  gave  the  sinning  thief  a  home! 

We  kneel  to  Thee,  our  dearest  Saviour  ! 

Sin  brings  us  to  Thee  in  our  need : 
Oh,  loving  Shepherd  of  the  outcast, 

Hear  now  as  we  for  pardon  plead  ! 

43 


44  THE  NAME    OF  JESUS. 

We  kneel  to  Thee,  our  dearest  Saviour ! 

Nor  wait  we  for  another  call ; 
For  Thou  hast  bid  us  come  when  weary, 

And  offered  pardon,  free  to  all. 

We  kneel  to  Thee,  our  dearest  Saviour  ! 

Naught  but  Thy  grace  can  save  us  now  ; 
Oh,  Saviour  !  hear  our  earnest  pleading, 

Hear,  as  before  Thy  cross  we  bow. 

We  kneel  to  Thee,  our  dearest  Saviour  ! 

Oh,  hear  us,  pity,  and  forgive ; 
Look  on  us  with  Thine  eyes  of  mercy, 

And  bid  us  look  to  Thee  and  live  ! 


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"Jesus  said,  I  am  the  Light  of  the  world. 


Light  of  the  world  !  out  of  the  deep  we  call  ! 

Oh,  hear  our  supplicating  voice 
From  out  the  deep,  where  darkness  doth  appall 

The  heart,  that  fears  naught  else  but  Thee. 

Light  of  the  world  !  in  pity  hear  our  cry ; 

Be  not  extreme,  O  Lord,  but  hide 
What  we  have  done  amiss  in  life's  dark  way; 

For  we  Thy  wrath  can  ne'er  abide. 

Light  of  the  world  !  mercy  is  found  with  Thee! 

For  this  we  walk  in  holy  fear ; 
Though  darkness  cover,  and  the  gloom  surround, 

We  wait  Thy  light,  our  hearts  to  cheer. 

Light  of  the  world  !  we  look  to  Thee  in  hope ; 

We  wait  in  faith  and  holy  dread  ; 
Trusting  in  Thee,  whose  word  can  never  fail ; 

Oh,  hear  us,  lift  us  from  the  dead. 

45 


46  LIGHT  OF   THE    WORLD. 

Light  of  the  world  !  the  morning  watch  doth  call 
Our  souls  in  love  and  hope  to  Thee : 

Thy  light,  like  day-spring  rising  in  our  hearts, 
From  sin  and  death  can  set  us  free. 

Light  of  the  world  !  in  Thee  lay  Israel's  trust, 
Redemption  from  his  sin  to  find  ; 

But  mercy  mild,  with  healing  in  his  wings. 
Comes  from  Thy  light,  to  all  mankind. 


§gmn  for  a  Jttiesion. 


Ho,  every  one  that  thirsteth,  come  ye  to  the  waters. 


Come,  drink  at  the  fountain  of  love  and  of  peace, 

Ye  weary,  wan  travellers,  come  ! 
Come,  taste  the  sweet  waters  of  mercy  and  grace, 

That  flow  from  our  Heavenly  home  ! 

'Tis  Jesus  now  bids  you, — oh,  come  at  His  call, 
Though  weary  and  worn  you  may  be ; 

His  pity  and  bounty  extend  to  you  all, 
Oh,  come  !   that  His  love  you  may  see. 

The  merciful  Saviour,  Who  died  on  the  Cross, 
With  outstretching  arms  to  the  world, 

There  opened  the  fountain  that  flows  without  loss, 
And  His  banner  of  love  unfurled. 

Come,  lay  down  the  burden  of  sin  and  of  woe, 

Though  red  and  like  crimson  it  be  ; 
The  Saviour  will  cleanse  it,  and  whiter  than  snow; 

His  pity  will  bid  you  go  free. 

47 


48  HYMN  FOR  A   MISSION. 

Oh,  let  not  His  sorrows  for  you  be  in  vain  ! 

Do  not  His  great  bounty  abuse  ! 
He  poured  out  His  blood  that  your  souls  He  might 
gain; 

How  can  you  such  mercy  refuse? 

Ho  !  come  to  the  waters  !  the  waters  so  free  ! 

Come  all  that  by  sin  are  oppressed  ! 
The  crucified  Saviour  cries,  "  Come  now  to  Me," 

"  Ye  weary  ones,  come  to  My  rest !" 

Ho  !  come  to  the  waters  !  the  waters  of  light  ! 

Both  Spirit  and  Bride  bid  you  come  ; 
Come,  all  who  are  burdened  with  sin's  weary  blight, 

Come,  come  to  your  Heavenly  home  ! 

Ho  !  come  to  the  waters  !   the  waters  of  life  ! 

Come,  buy  without  money  or  price  ! 
Who  drinks  at  this  fountain  shall  know  no  more  strife 

With  sin's  blackened  armor  of  vice. 

Come,  drink  at  the  fountain  of  love  and  of  peace, 

Ye  weary,  wan  travellers,  come  ! 
Come,  taste  the  sweet  waters  of  mercy  and  grace, 

That  flow  from  our  Heavenly  home  ! 


JTorgtoenesa* 


"  Forgive,  and  thou  shalt  be  forgiven. 


O  Jesu  !  Thou  the  wrath  of  man 

His  hate  and  fury  tasted : 
While  his  salvation  Thou  didst  plan 
He  to  destruction  hasted. 
Thy  Hands  he  bound, 
Thy  Head  he  crowned, 
Thy  Precious  Blood  he  wasted. 

The  scoffing  crowd  before  Thee  stood, 

The  ribald  throng  was  jesting ; 
While  hanging  on  the  cursed  wood, 
The  thorns  Thy  Brow  investing, 
The  dying  thief, 
In  all  Thy  grief, 
Was  Thy  great  pity  testing. 

Shall  I  forget,  O  Saviour  mine  ! 

How  woe  and  love  were  blended  ? 
And,  asking  mercy  such  as  Thine 

May  be  to  me  extended, 

5  49 


5° 


FORGIVENESS. 

With  angry  heart 
Refuse  my  part 
To  those  who  have  offended  ? 

Forgive  me,  Lord,  my  grievous  sins, 

Oh,  hear  my  earnest  pleading  ! 
And  as  my  prayer  Thy  pardon  wins 
Let  me,  my  duty  heeding, 
With  grateful  song 
Forgive  each  wrong 
That  is  forgiveness  needing. 

Forgive,  O  Lord  !  each  bitter  word  ; 

And  for  their  hate  give  blessing. 
Let  this,  my  prayer,  in  heaven  be  heard, 
And  I,  my  love  expressing, 
In  songs  of  praise 
My  voice  will  raise, 
Thy  mercy  great,  confessing. 


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Sing  we  now  the  praises 
Of  the  Holy  child  ; 

Jesu,  Son  of  Mary- 
Ne'er  by  sin  defiled. 

In  a  cheerless  stable, 

In  a  crib,  a  King  ! 
Unclean  beasts  around  Him, 

White-winged  angels  sing. 

Mary,  Blessed  Mother, 

Foldeth  in  her  arms 
Christ,  the  world's  Redeemer, 

Safe  from  world's  alarms. 

Standing  in  the  Temple, 

Wond'ring  people  saw 
Blood  in  red  drops  flowing 

To  fulfil  the  law. 

Once  amid  the  Doctors 
Stood  the  spotless  youth, 

And  with  wise  disputing 
Teaching  them  the  truth. 

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52  HYMN  OF  THE  HOLY  CHILD. 

At  the  Feast  in  Cana 
Water  turned  to  wine, 

By  the  royal  mandate 
Of  His  power  Divine. 

At  the  city's  gateway 
Stood  the  Holy  One, 

Nain's  sad  widow  cheering, 
Bidding  back  her  son. 

Deaf  and  blind  awaiting, 
Cry  with  strong  appeal ; 

Eye  and  ear  He  toucheth, 
And  that  touch  doth  heal. 

Walking  on  the  water, 
He  who  rules  the  waves, 

Bids  the  zealous  Peter 
Come  to  Him  who  saves. 

Lo  !  upon  the  mountain 
Hungry  thousands  meet ; 

He  the  scant  food  blesseth, 
Giving  all  to  eat. 

Little  children  touching 
With  a  fond  caress  ; 

In  His  arms  He  holds  them, 
And  doth  each  one  bless. 


HYMN  OF  THE  HOLY  CHILD. 

Jesu  !  Jesu  !  Saviour  ! 

Children  waiting  here 
Seek  Thy  love  and  blessing 

With  Thy  holy  fear. 

Keep  us,  Lord  and  Master, 
Free  from  sin  and  strife ; 

On  us  love  bestowing, 
Jesu  !  Lord  of  Life  ! 


53 


fljumn  for  <£I)U5reu. 

WRITTEN    FOR    THE    SUNDAY-SCHOOL    OF    S. 
MARK'S    CHURCH,    PHILADELPHIA. 


O  Jesu,  Lord  !     Thou  art  the  Way 
Through  this  dark  world  of  sin  ; 

Our  outward  pathway  day  by  day, 
Our  light,  our  life  within. 

O  Jesu,  Lord  !     Thou  art  the  Truth, 
By  which  we  know  the  Way  ! 

In  all  the  dangers  of  our  youth 
Thou  art  our  hope  and  stay. 

O  Jesu,  Lord  !     Thou  art  the  Life 

Of  every  loving  heart ; 
Keep  us,  O  Lord,  from  sin  and  strife, 

To  us  Thy  grace  impart. 

O  Jesu,  Lord  !     In  Thy  dear  Name, 

That  source  of  living  light, 
We  find  love's  best  and  brightest  flame, 
Our  guide  for  day  or  night. 
54 


HYMN  FOR   CHILDREN. 

O  Jesu,  Lord  !     We  trust  in  Thee, 

Eternal  fount  of  grace  ! 
And  to  Thy  Cross  in  faith  we  flee, 

To  find  our  resting-place. 


55 


FUGITIVES. 


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57 


©0  My  JHotljer: 

ON   HER   SEVENTY-SIXTH   BIRTHDAY. 


Ah,  Mother  mine,  bow  turns  my  heart  to  thee, 
As  years  speed  onward  to  life's  mournful  end ; 

How  full  with  tears  mine  eyes,  that  now  can  see 
Naught  else  but  failure,  both  of  fame  and  friend 


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The  morning  when  I  turned  my  back  on  thee 
To  face  the  world,  that  seemed  to  me  so  bright ; 

My  purpose  true  ;  my  heart  so  full  of  glee ; 
I  reck'd  not,  went  before  so  dark  a  night. 

How  turned  mine  eyes  for  one  last  look  of  home, 
As  o'er  the  hill  I  sped  me,  fast  away ; 

How  little  thought,  with  heart  so  like  a  stone, 
That  thou  wast  turning  back,  for  me  to  pray. 

How  bright  the  glory  of  that  shining  morn  ! 

What  dreams  of  future  conquest  I  had  made  ! 
Ah,  well  for  me  I  knew  not  of  the  storm 

That  soon  would  crush  the  vision  there  displayed. 

59 


60  TO   MY  MOTHER. 

In  happy  days,  how  thickly  trooped  the  friends 
To  greet  me  with  their  smiles  and  words  of  cheer  ! 

How  each  did  watchful,  and  with  care  attend 

To  share  my  joys,  and  quench  all  thought  of  fear  ! 

But  trouble  with  its  chilling  blast  came  on, 
To  sweep  before  it  fortune,  home,  and  fame ; 

And  like  the  morning  dew,  my  friends  were  gone, 
Forgetting  (yes  !   it  may  be  !)  e'en  my  name. 

How  true  it  is, — "  this  life  is  but  a  dream  !" 
At  best,  I  found  it  but  "an  empty  show;" 

While  struggling  vainly  onward  'gainst  the  stream, 
I  strove  to  hide  with  smiles  my  heartfelt  woe. 

Oh,  friendship  !   false  and  fickle, — yet  how  fair  ! 

But  love  there  is  no  sorrow  can  assail : — 
Though  life  may  be  a  long  and  fretting  care, 

A  Mother's  love  will  never,  never  fail. 

Ah,  Mother  dear,  what  love  more  true  than  thine? 

It  knows  no  waning,  falt'ring,  nor  decay; 
In  darkest  hours  it  ever  has  been  mine, 

Beams  on  me  now,  a  bright  and  endless  day  ! 

God  bless  thee,  Mother  mine,  for  thy  strong  love ; 

God  bring  thee  safely  to  His  rest  at  last ; 
God  give  to  thee  the  looked-for  home  above, 

When  earthly  duties,  sorrows,  all  are  passed  ! 


St  Cuke's    €l)itvri),   ©ermantoum, 
Pennsylvania. 

LINES  SUGGESTED  BY  THE  SERMON  PREACHED 
BY  THE  RT.  REV.  WM.  BACON  STEVENS,  D.D., 
LL.D.,  ON   THE   DAY   OF   CONSECRATION, 

June  8th,  1876. 


"This  is  none  other  but  the  House  of  God,  and  this  is  the  Gate  of 
Heaven." — GENESIS  xxviii.  17. 


The  very  House  of  God  !     It  was  one  stone 

Rough  and  unhewn ;  but  House  of  God  it  was, 

And  there  God  blessed  the  builder.     And  as  tenth 

Of  all  his  increase  came  from  year  to  year, 

He  laid  it  down  in  mem'ry  of  the  vow 

There  made.     So  God  did  bless  him  more  and  more, 

And  made  for  him  a  name  which  standeth  yet 

Memorial  of  the  deed  at  Bethel  done, 

Wherein  he  consecrated  self  to  God, 

And  tithe  perpetual  vowed,  of  all  that  He 

Should  give  in  years  to  come,  to  him  and  his. 

6  61 


62        ST.  LUKE'S  CHURCH,  GERMANTOWN,  PA. 

A  thousand  miles  the  river  Nile  flows  on, 

Unfed  by  any  stream  from  other  source 

Than  its  own  head.     Then,  spreading  out  its  arms 

In  loving  bounty,  covers  all  the  land 

With  fatness,  while  it  feeds  with  gen'rous  hand 

The  swarthy  dweller  on  its  swelling  banks, 

As  moving  onward  to  the  briny  sea. 

A  thousand  years,  and  Jacob's  faithful  sons 

Together  banded,  waiting  for  the  time 

In  which  should  come  the  promised  Shiloh.     Then, 

When  He,  in  majesty  and  agony 

Was  lifted  up  to  draw  the  nations  out 

From  sin,  and  death,  and  darkness  to  Himself, 

The  types  and  shadows  of  His  glory  passed ; 

And,  pouring  forth  in  bright  effulgent  streams, 

Rich  blessings  flowed  from  out  the  holy  hill 

And  covered  all  the  earth. 

'Twas  but  one  stone, 
And  yet,  in  very  truth,  it  was  Beth-El. 
So  this  bright  Fane,  in  its  proportions  fair ; 
Its  carved  and  goodly  stones ;  its  Nave  and  Aisle  ; 
Its  gleaming  Altar  in  the  eastern  wall, 
Is  Bethel  too. 

The  painted  windows  tell 
The  wondrous  story  of  His  earthly  life, 
Who  came  to  scatter  blessings  far  and  wide, 
So  long  pent  up  in  Israel's  land  alone. 
Here  to  the  generations  yet  unborn 
Will  stand  this  bless'd  memorial  of  the  faith 


ST.  LUKE'S  CHURCH,  GERMANTOWN,  PA.        63 

Of  those  who,  in  a  faithless  age,  dared  build 
In  thankful  homage,  and  in  love  to  God, 
A  house  where  He  His  Name  in  glory  writes ; 
And  where — as  once  in  Jacob's  time — He  stoops 
To  bless  the  uplifted,  consecrated  stone. 

"  Not  yours,  but  God's."     'Tis  consecrated  now, 

And  from  this  day  let  none  profane  its  walls, 

Or  claim  by  right  a  privilege  beyond 

That  one  which  all  men  have  : — of  kneeling  here 

In  penitence  and  prayer,  and  so  to  gain 

The  benediction  of  God's  bounteous  love  ! 


O  God  !  the  God  of  Bethel !  come  and  bless 
Each  faithful  soul,  who  from  his  penury, 
Or  from  his  wealth,  has  made  a  gift  of  love 
Wherewith  to  build  this  goodly  house  to  Thee, 
And  so  record  his  faith,  and  by  these  stones 
To  tell  in  future  days  his  trust  in  God. 

From  desecration  keep  these  holy  walls, 
And  bid  Thy  guardian  angels  stand  within, — 
As  erst  of  old,  above  the  Mercy  Seat, 
With  "wing-veiled  face,"  they  stood  at  Thy  command. 
Bless  each  and  every  soul  who  here  is  brought 
With  faith  and  love,  and  offered  up  to  Thee. 
Bless  old  and  young : — the  gray-haired  and  the  child  ; 
Bring  all  within  the  circle  of  Thy  love, 
And  bow  each  heart  obedient  to  Thy  will. 
Grant,  when  their  earthly  labors  all  are  passed, 


64  A  PARAPHRASE. 

These  "gathered  in"  before  the  Great  White  Throne, 
"Well  done,"  may  hear,  and  entering  then 
The  "  House  not  made  with  hands," — a  Bethel  still, — 
May  see  Thee — God  of  Glory — face  to  face  ! 


3i   paraphrase. 


THE   FORGET-ME-NOT. 

The  Father  gave  all  flowers  a  name, 

And  each  one  had  its  own ; 
But  soon  a  wee  one  backward  came, 

And,  standing  by  His  Throne, 
With  timid  grace  and  trembling  frame, 

The  modest  blue  eyes  fell ; 
And  then  it  said,  almost  with  shame, 

"  How  it  can  be  I  cannot  tell, 
But  Father  dear,  my  name  !   my  name  ! 

Alas  !  I  have  forgot !" 
The  Father  kindly  said, — "  no  blame, 

My  child, — Forget-me-not  /" 


THE  PRAYER  OF  HER  LOYAL  SONS. 


Sung  at  the  opening  exercises,  PENNSYLVANIA  DAY,  at  the  CENTEN- 
NIAL Exposition,  September  28,  1876. 


Great  God  !  our  Father,  hear ; 
Lend  now  Thy  gracious  ear ; 

To  Thee  we  pray  : — 
Give  of  Thy  bounteous  grace ; 
Bless  of  mankind, each  race  ; 
Let  all  Thy  goodness  trace, 

In  life's  dark  way. 

Great  God  !  our  Father,  hear; 
Teach  us  Thy  Name  to  fear, 

In  holy  dread : 
Make  wars  and  strife  to  cease ; 
Oh  give  perpetual  peace  ; 
So  earth  shall  yield  increase 

Of  "daily  bread." 

Great  God  !  our  Father,  hear ; 
Guide  all,  both  far  and  near, 
In  our  dear  land  : 

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66  PENNSYLVANIA. 

In  union,  strength  to  find ; 
One,  both  in  heart  and  mind ; 
O  God  !  Thy  people  bind 
In  love's  strong  band. 

Great  God  !  our  Father,  hear  ;■ 
While  for  our  country  dear 

We  wait  and  pray  : 
Guard  from  invading  foe ; 
Keep  from  intestine  woe  ; 
Some  good,  for  "  token"  show; 

Thy  love  display. 

Great  God  !  our  Father,  hear ; 
As  suppliants  we  appear 

Before  Thy  Throne : 
Let  not  the  foot  of  pride 
Come  near  us  to  abide ; 
Be  Thou  our  earthly  guide, 

And  lead  us  home. 

Great  God  !  our  Father,  hear; 
Make  Thou  our  pathway  clear 

With  heavenly  light: 
Bless  Thou  our  beauteous  land, 
While  we  as  brothers  stand, 
In  union  firm  and  grand, 

To  guard  the  right ! 


pleasant  ilJorite, 


"  Pleasant  words   are  as  an  honeycomb,   sweet  to  the  soul,  and 
health  to  the  bones." — PROVERBS  xvi.  24. 


Pleasant  Words  are  full  of  sweetness 
To  the  heart  oppressed  with  care ; 

Peace  they  bring,  and  bounteous  gladness, 
Light  and  love  the  garb  they  wear. 

Treasured  more  by  far  than  rubies, 
Yet,  alas  !  how  sadly  rare  ! 

Pleasant  Words  come  to  the  weary 
Like  a  sweet  and  dreamless  sleep ; 

Strength,  and  life,  and  health  bestowing, 
As  from  fountains  broad  and  deep, 

Welling  up  in  sandy  deserts 

Sparkling  waters  onward  sweep. 

Pleasant  Words  are  words  of  comfort, 
Messengers  of  trust  and  love, 

Laden  well  with  richest  blessings 
From  the  treasure-house  above ; 

67 


68  PLEASANT  WORDS. 

Borne  on  wings  of  hope  and  mercy, 
Gentle  as  the  Holy  Dove. 

Pleasant  Words  of  quiet  meekness 
Scatter  doubts  and  banish  fears ; 

Angry  tongues  may  gather  round  us, 
Crushing  hopes  and  causing  tears ; 

Words  of  kindness  heal  the  anguish, 
Darkness  flies,  and  light  appears. 

Pleasant  Words  of  large  compassion 
Spring  from  tender  hearts  and  true ; 

Strong  with  gladness,  hope  and  courage, 
Ever  old  and  ever  new, 

Leading  souls  with  sorrow  burdened 
Earth's  dark  journey  safely  through. 

Pleasant  Words  are  like  the  noonday, 
Cheering  with  a  glad  delight ; 

Falsehood's  breath  may  scorch  and  hurt  us, 
Turning  all  our  day  to  night : 

Friendship's  words  of  trustful  pleading 
Cover  all  our  paths  with  light ! 


Sllje  beeper-Bells. 


The  rosy  clouds  fade  in  the  west, 

And  pass  away  from  sight, 
While  o'er  the  mountain's  rugged  crest 

(Sweet  harbingers  of  night !) 
The  vesper-bells  ring  out  the  praise 
Of  Him  who  crowns  with  love  the  days, 

We  in  His  Name  delight. 

The  storm-clouds  gather,  dark  and  gray, 
As  evening  shades  draw  near ; 

The  pealing  thunder  far  away 
Falls  trembling  on  the  ear  ; 

Yet  still  the  evening  bells  awake 

The  vesper  call,  our  prayers  to  make 
In  love  and  holy  fear. 

The  drifting  snow  goes  flying  fast 

O'er  cottage  and  o'er  hall ; 
The  storm-tossed  ships  ride  in  the  blast, 

Nor  fear  what  may  befall ; 
While  evening  bells  once  more  we  hear, 
As  bidding  men  no  storm  to  fear, 

For  God  is  all  in  all. 

69 


7o 


THE    VESPER-BELLS. 

In  cloud  or  sunshine,  joy  or  woe, 

God's  love  is  still  the  same ; 
His  arm  protects  from  every  foe, 

If,  trusting  in  His  Name, 
At  sound  of  evening  bells  we  haste 
And  bend  the  knee  that  love  to  taste 

In  consecrated  fane. 

'Tis  not  alone  the  music  sweet 

Of  those  dear  bells  we  hear ; 
But  to  those  hearts  attuned  to  meet 

Our  God,  by  faith  so  near, 
They  tell  of  glory  all  our  own, 
When  we  before  the  Great  White  Throne, 

Freed  from  our  bonds,  appear. 


eio  &  p.  to. 


ON   HER   SIXTY-SEVENTH    BIRTHDAY. 


My  dear,  kind  friend  !  you  pass  to-day 
Another  mile-stone,  grim  and  gray, 
That  points  you  o'er  the  world's  highway 
To  God. 

Another  year  of  joys  and  cares, 
In  which  "our  Father's"  love  prepares 
Your  soul  for  Him, — and  still  He  spares 
His  rod. 

The  busy  world  is  rushing  on, 
Nor  thinks  nor  cares  for  days  once  gone, 
If  only  wealth  it  heaps,  upon 
A  clod. 

It  heeds  not  age,  it  heeds  not  youth, 
Nor  knows  of  love,  nor  cares  for  truth  ; 
It  only  makes  of  gold — forsooth  ! 
A  God. 

7i 


72  TO  E.  P.   W. 

A  work-day  world  !   its  anxious  face 
Knows  naught  of  mercy,  nor  of  grace ; 
But  onward,  in  a  feverish  race 
To  plod. 

You  know  it  well !  its  smiles,  its  tears, 
Have  followed  you  these  weary  years. 
And  its  reward  ?     What  now  appears  ? 
A  sod. 


Look  onward  to  that  shining  band, 
Beyond  earth's  false  and  shifting  sand, 
Where  rest  is  found,  in  Holy  Land, 
With  God  ! 


THE    END. 


